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Smile- I love you, you are incredibly sweet and I just love reading your reviews!
Bec- thank you so much for the review
Fanfic_reader - ha-ha, I actually kind of agree with you. I was his biggest fan and it's typical because I get into a trory mood when season three is being aired over here and I finally get to see some Lit action!
McKenzie- thank you so much, ha, where you are he's returning and where I am, he and Rory haven't even gotten together yet!
A/N: even though they didn't borrow the money off of Richard and Emily (coz in my world they are rich) the girls still attend Friday night dinners. I just realised too that I say this is a romance/angst fic, I know there hasn't been much angst or even romance so far but it will happen, I just need to wait for the right time to bring in the angst.
Rory and Lorelai parked outside the Gilmore mansion in Hartford. On Lorelai's insistence, they had taken Rory's car. Rory had tried to point out that the jeep would feel neglected but Lorelai brushed the comment aside by saying it would scare the jeep into behaving, something it hadn't been doing lately. When they got out of the car, Lorelai noticed a strange car in the driveway. Hoping Emily wasn't attempting to set her up again Lorelai rang the doorbell. The maid, Belle answered almost immediately smiling at Lorelai and Rory.
'Good evening. Mr. and Mrs. Gilmore are entertaining their guests in the garden, would you like me to announce you?'
'No that's okay Belle. Who are the guests?' Lorelai replied.
'Janlan DuGrey, Mr. and Mrs DuGrey and their son I think.' Belle answered.
The colour visibly drained from Rory's face and she gripped her mother's arm in alarm. Lorelai looked at her daughter in confusion.
'It's Him.' Rory told her as if that explained everything.
'Who?' Lorelai asked.
'Tristan!'
'Hot Tristan from Chilton that keeps coming on to you?'
'Do I know any other Tristan's?'
'I don't know do I?'
'Mother' Rory warned.
'Okay no more jokes, is he as hot as I'm picturing him?'
'Ew, mom that's gross he's half your age, you'd be locked up.'
'Only if I get caught.' She smiled evilly.
'Mom.'
'Okay fine I'll act like a civilised person and you can have him.'
'I don't want him.'
'Whatever.' Lorelai said, clearly not believing her daughter.
'Why won't anyone believe me?' Rory asked in exasperation.
'You deny it too strongly.' Lorelai explained before heading out towards the back of the house, to the garden. Leaving her anxious daughter to follow.
*
Tristan couldn't believe the change in Rory. He had thought she looked good in her Chilton uniform but she looked amazing in her baby blue summer dress which had thin spaghetti straps and finished about an inch above her knees. It took every ounce of self control he had and even some he didn't know he had not to say anything *distasteful* as the company he kept tonight would consider it. He knew better. His parents practically had to drag him kicking and screaming out of the house but now he was thanking them on a bent knee (at least in his mind) that they had forced him to come.
Rory had been trying her hardest all night to ignore Tristan. For the most part of dinner she had felt his gaze on her which had made talking to his family and her own grandparents a difficult and uncomfortable experience. Her mom had excused herself a few minutes ago to use the rest room and as soon as she could, Rory followed her.
'So that's Tristan?' her mom asked while they touched up their make up in the mirror.
'Yep. He's on his best behaviour tonight. Thank God!'
'It's a shame really; I wanted to see sex-craved Tristan.'
'Trust me you don't.'
'Okay but not even so mush as one comment or leer; I have to admit that I am pretty disappointed.'
'His parents are nice enough don't you think?'
'Yeah, his dad was exactly what Tristan is now when he was in school.'
'So it's hereditary, I pity any children Tristan ever has.'
'He's hotter than you described him.'
'Mom, I really don't want to discuss Tristan's hotness with you.'
'Okay, so tell me what's denial like this time of year?'
'What are you talking about?'
'I was just wondering about denial, y'know the river; you're swimming in it right now?'
'That's it, I'm going back down.' Rory said in a fake huff. She knew her mother was only half serious.
When she rejoined the others, she had barely sat down when her grandmother made a suggestion.
'Rory, it's such a lovely evening and you kids must be incredibly bored listening to us old people, why don't you take Tristan on a tour of the grounds.'
'Grandma, I don't really think Tristan would be interested in seeing the gardens.' Rory tried to get out of it. The last thing she needed was to be alone with Tristan.
'Actually I think it's a wonderful idea Mrs Gilmore.' Tristan said with a smile, 'Rory, shall we go?' he asked standing up. Reluctantly Rory got out of her chair and led Tristan out of the room dreading what was to come.
So. did ye like? I'm not to sure about this one so let me know what you think. I hope to have the next chapter up tomorrow but I have school, tests and a funeral to attend but I might be able to squeeze this in, I write most of my stories in maths class anyway so here's hoping my muse is with me tomorrow. Later, Katie xxx
Smile- I love you, you are incredibly sweet and I just love reading your reviews!
Bec- thank you so much for the review
Fanfic_reader - ha-ha, I actually kind of agree with you. I was his biggest fan and it's typical because I get into a trory mood when season three is being aired over here and I finally get to see some Lit action!
McKenzie- thank you so much, ha, where you are he's returning and where I am, he and Rory haven't even gotten together yet!
A/N: even though they didn't borrow the money off of Richard and Emily (coz in my world they are rich) the girls still attend Friday night dinners. I just realised too that I say this is a romance/angst fic, I know there hasn't been much angst or even romance so far but it will happen, I just need to wait for the right time to bring in the angst.
Rory and Lorelai parked outside the Gilmore mansion in Hartford. On Lorelai's insistence, they had taken Rory's car. Rory had tried to point out that the jeep would feel neglected but Lorelai brushed the comment aside by saying it would scare the jeep into behaving, something it hadn't been doing lately. When they got out of the car, Lorelai noticed a strange car in the driveway. Hoping Emily wasn't attempting to set her up again Lorelai rang the doorbell. The maid, Belle answered almost immediately smiling at Lorelai and Rory.
'Good evening. Mr. and Mrs. Gilmore are entertaining their guests in the garden, would you like me to announce you?'
'No that's okay Belle. Who are the guests?' Lorelai replied.
'Janlan DuGrey, Mr. and Mrs DuGrey and their son I think.' Belle answered.
The colour visibly drained from Rory's face and she gripped her mother's arm in alarm. Lorelai looked at her daughter in confusion.
'It's Him.' Rory told her as if that explained everything.
'Who?' Lorelai asked.
'Tristan!'
'Hot Tristan from Chilton that keeps coming on to you?'
'Do I know any other Tristan's?'
'I don't know do I?'
'Mother' Rory warned.
'Okay no more jokes, is he as hot as I'm picturing him?'
'Ew, mom that's gross he's half your age, you'd be locked up.'
'Only if I get caught.' She smiled evilly.
'Mom.'
'Okay fine I'll act like a civilised person and you can have him.'
'I don't want him.'
'Whatever.' Lorelai said, clearly not believing her daughter.
'Why won't anyone believe me?' Rory asked in exasperation.
'You deny it too strongly.' Lorelai explained before heading out towards the back of the house, to the garden. Leaving her anxious daughter to follow.
*
Tristan couldn't believe the change in Rory. He had thought she looked good in her Chilton uniform but she looked amazing in her baby blue summer dress which had thin spaghetti straps and finished about an inch above her knees. It took every ounce of self control he had and even some he didn't know he had not to say anything *distasteful* as the company he kept tonight would consider it. He knew better. His parents practically had to drag him kicking and screaming out of the house but now he was thanking them on a bent knee (at least in his mind) that they had forced him to come.
Rory had been trying her hardest all night to ignore Tristan. For the most part of dinner she had felt his gaze on her which had made talking to his family and her own grandparents a difficult and uncomfortable experience. Her mom had excused herself a few minutes ago to use the rest room and as soon as she could, Rory followed her.
'So that's Tristan?' her mom asked while they touched up their make up in the mirror.
'Yep. He's on his best behaviour tonight. Thank God!'
'It's a shame really; I wanted to see sex-craved Tristan.'
'Trust me you don't.'
'Okay but not even so mush as one comment or leer; I have to admit that I am pretty disappointed.'
'His parents are nice enough don't you think?'
'Yeah, his dad was exactly what Tristan is now when he was in school.'
'So it's hereditary, I pity any children Tristan ever has.'
'He's hotter than you described him.'
'Mom, I really don't want to discuss Tristan's hotness with you.'
'Okay, so tell me what's denial like this time of year?'
'What are you talking about?'
'I was just wondering about denial, y'know the river; you're swimming in it right now?'
'That's it, I'm going back down.' Rory said in a fake huff. She knew her mother was only half serious.
When she rejoined the others, she had barely sat down when her grandmother made a suggestion.
'Rory, it's such a lovely evening and you kids must be incredibly bored listening to us old people, why don't you take Tristan on a tour of the grounds.'
'Grandma, I don't really think Tristan would be interested in seeing the gardens.' Rory tried to get out of it. The last thing she needed was to be alone with Tristan.
'Actually I think it's a wonderful idea Mrs Gilmore.' Tristan said with a smile, 'Rory, shall we go?' he asked standing up. Reluctantly Rory got out of her chair and led Tristan out of the room dreading what was to come.
So. did ye like? I'm not to sure about this one so let me know what you think. I hope to have the next chapter up tomorrow but I have school, tests and a funeral to attend but I might be able to squeeze this in, I write most of my stories in maths class anyway so here's hoping my muse is with me tomorrow. Later, Katie xxx
